Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, broFlying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood showsAnd I want to tell you something that you prolly should knowThis that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flowAnd ahhh My real friends never hearin' from meFake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for meThat's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confusedI got a small circle, I'm not with different crewsWe walk the same path, but got on different shoesLive in the same building, but we got different viewsI got a couple cars I never get to useDon't like my women single, I like my chicks in twosAnd these days all the girls is down to rollI hit the strip club and all them bitches find the polePlus I just sipped and so this shit is movin' kinda slowJust tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

(Lil Wayne)(Chorus)Now tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onIt's Young Money, motherfuckerIf you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

(Hook)Now somebody show some money in this bitchAnd I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?I got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot first

(Verse 2)Meet me on the fresh trainYes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest namesAnd all of my riders do not give a fuck, X GamesGuns turn you boys into pussy, sex changeAnd I smoke 'til I got chest painsAnd you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse JamesWomen all possessive, and they wanna possess WayneI been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin planeSkinny pants and some VansCall me Triple A, get my advance in advance, AmenAs the world spin and dance in my handsLife is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sandUh, wake up and smell the pussyYou niggas can't see me, but never overlook meI'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took meYeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me

(Chorus)Now tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onIt's Young Money, motherfuckerIf you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right(Hook)Now somebody show some money in this bitchAnd I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?I got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot first

(Verse 3)How do he say what's never said?Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better redLimpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second legMotherfucka-birdman Junior, eleventh gradeBall on automatic startI could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback drawWildcat offense, check the paw printsWe in the building, niggas in apartmentsN-now, c'mon, be my blood donorFlow so nice, she ain't gotta put a rug on herDo it big, and let the small fall under thatDamn, where you stumbled out?From where they make gumbo atKane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jackYou know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attackHip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of thatPresident Carter, Young Money Democrat

(Chorus)Now tell me how you love itYou know you at the top when only heaven's right above itWe onIt's Young Money, motherfuckerIf you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right[Hook]Now somebody show some money in this bitchAnd I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?I got my gun in my boo purseAnd I don't bust back, because I shoot first